I'm stressed out.

[bobkitty]

You know how I can tell I'm stressed out? It's not 'cause I actually *feel* stressed out. Nope. That would be waaaaaaayy too easy. Then at least I'd know to lay flat on the floor and not get near *anything* until I feel better.

I can tell because I'm breaking things.

See, when I get really stressed, I break electronics. It's part of the reason why I can't wear a watch for more than a month or so at a time.. I get wigged, and kaplooey. My record for breakage, in one morning, is: two computers, a printer, a vcr, a cordless phone, and a 'fridge. It was a particularly bad day.

Sunday I managed to wipe out two modems and my cell phone, which means I was incommunicado until this morning. The cell phone was *extremely* frustrating, because when I went to get it exchanged I found out they don't make that phone anymore. ::grumble:: So now I'm stuck with an ugly-ass phone 'cause I had limited choices as to what I could get in exchange. And Mr. Kitty was less than pleased that I blew up his modem... I maintain he's lucky I didn't wipe out the whole computer.

Ack.



I have until July 15th to find a job. On that day the construction loan for TPE has to change over into a mortgage. If I don't have a job, the bank will look at our income, laugh hysterically, thank us for building them such a nice house, and less-than-politely tell us to get the hell out ASAP. We would literally wind up with nothing. You know what's funny? It's not like I'm PICKY. Hell, I applied at Wal-Mart and Target and Home Depot and Lowes. All I need to do is make the same amount of money I was making before- which is ****PENNIES****.

My poor therapist is bearing the brunt of my frustration, which kinda makes sense, but I still feel badly about it. She's an extremely sensitive person, and I can tell she's having a bit of trouble dealing with everything I'm throwing at her.

Oh, and the insurance company cancelled our policy 'cause the house isn't finished. God help us if the damn place burns down anytime soon.

Okay.. enough for now. I'll be back in just a little bit.

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[-sophie.livejournal.com]

Jesus.

Honey, good lord. Just try not to break any bones.